Chapter 234 Father and Daughter Collecting Herbs

Song Wen walked out of the cave and came to an empty area with no one around.

Song Wen put the spirit beast bag on the ground and asked the Black Armor Ghost King and the Silver Corpse to guard the spirit beast bag on both sides, ready to attack at any time. Then, he arranged six holy armor Gu on the periphery, alerting the surroundings.

He himself retreated two miles away. At such a distance, if an accident happened, he could use the "Blood Escape Technique" in time to escape.

A spiritual power hit the spirit beast bag, and a giant turtle of two feet in size appeared without warning, with scars all over its body.

Due to the serious injuries, the iron-armored turtle fell into a deep sleep after being put into the spirit beast bag by Taoist Nun Qingyan. They used their unique innate secret technique of the turtle clan to reduce the consumption of the physical body, call all the spiritual energy that could be called, and repair the physical body as soon as possible.

Suddenly, someone released it from the spirit beast bag, and the secret technique was broken. The iron-backed turtle woke up immediately. It realized at the first time that its original owner had died.

At this time, it noticed a ghost and a corpse, one on the left and one on the right, attacking the gap in its shell, obviously wanting to kill it.

In the air two miles away, there was a figure standing, staring at it with burning eyes.

"Don't kill me, I can serve you as my master."

A voice suddenly appeared in Song Wen's mind, and the voice sounded a little old, obviously transmitted by the iron-backed turtle.

In that moment, a trace of hesitation flashed through Song Wen's mind.

Being worshipped as the master by a third-level spirit beast, this temptation is too great.

But in a flash, Song Wen forgot about it.

The image of the iron-backed turtle is too conspicuous, and it will be recognized at a glance. It belongs to the original Taoist nun Qingyan. Even the spirit beast bag where it lives has the unique standards of the Beast Taming Sect.

Most importantly, Song Wen was too far behind the Ironback Turtle in strength, and he and the Ironback Turtle had a grudge for killing their master. The Ironback Turtle could forcibly cancel the soul contract at any time with its cultivation far superior to Song Wen, and choose to devour its master to avenge its original master, Taoist Nun Qingyan.

Song Wen did not dare to leave such a big hidden danger around him.

The Ironback Turtle was too weak, and the long sword in the hands of the Ghost King pierced into its body without any hindrance, and the majestic ghost energy burst out and raged in its body.

On the other side, the Corpse King did the same, piercing the flesh with both hands, and with a strong pull, the Ironback Turtle's left forelimb was torn off.

Under the attack of a ghost and a corpse, the Ironback Turtle soon lost its breath.

What Song Wen had not noticed was that when the dying Ironback Turtle appeared, the six Holy Armor Gu were ready to move.

As soon as the Ironback Turtle died, the six Holy Armor Gu swarmed in like cats smelling fish, and directly drilled into the Ironback Turtle's body, heading straight for the Ironback Turtle's demon pill.

The Ironback Turtle's pigeon egg-sized demon pill soon disappeared by half under the gnaws of the six Holy Armor Gu.

The six Holy Armor Gu drilled out of the Ironback Turtle's body, and as if they were full, they flew back into Song Wen's body.

Seeing that the Ironback Turtle's demon pill was losing spiritual energy rapidly, Song Wen hurriedly used the corpse secret technique to seal the Ironback Turtle's body to slow down the loss of spiritual energy.

Since the Holy Armor Gu was interested in the Ironback Turtle's body, he kept it as food for the Holy Armor Gu.

After dealing with the Ironback Turtle, Song Wen returned to the previous cave again.

After laying down the "Qi Condensing and Isolating Spirit Array" and the "Nine Palaces Transforming Yin Array", Song Wen began to practice.

The Black Armor Ghost King and the Silver Corpse were both seriously injured and needed to be well nurtured and recovered.

The spiritual materials needed for the Ghost King's recovery were mainly Yin souls and various ghost spiritual objects. Song Wen got a lot of them from the hands of Jing Lu and other casual cultivators, which were just suitable for the Ghost King.

Song Wen also had no shortage of corpse spiritual materials needed by the Silver Corpse for the time being.

After using various spiritual objects to sacrifice and refine the two, the ghost king stayed in the Eight Banners Ghost Banner, and the silver corpse stayed in the corpse coffin, slowly recuperating.

Song Wen calmed down and began to meditate and practice.

It has only been half a year since "Longevity Gong" advanced to the foundation-building stage. It can be said that it has just stabilized the realm of the foundation-building stage, and it has made rapid progress again and broke through the middle stage of the foundation-building stage.

The rapid growth of spiritual power cultivation will inevitably lead to an unstable foundation.

Song Wen needs to meditate and practice hard for a long time to stabilize his cultivation.

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Half a year later.

Two figures, a man and a woman, appeared on the edge of the rocky cliff.

The man was about forty years old, with a third-level cultivation of Qi training, and his figure was a little thin.

The woman was sixteen or seventeen years old, with a second-level cultivation of Qi training, and she looked petite and lovely.

"Dad, look! It's the wind spirit grass."

The girl was surprised and pointed at the cliff below, shouting with joy.

The middle-aged male cultivator heard the words and looked in the direction the girl pointed.

Twenty feet below the cliff, in a crack in the rock, there were two inch-high spiritual herbs swaying in the wind.

Judging from the growth of the two spiritual herbs, they should be more than fifty years old.

Wind spiritual grass is a first-level medium-grade spiritual medicine. These two wind spiritual herbs are worth at least twenty spiritual stones, which is a considerable income for low-level casual cultivators like them.

A bundle of rope appeared in the male cultivator's hand. He tied one end of the rope to a large stone on the edge of the cliff and the other end to his waist.

After years of collecting herbs, the male cultivator knew very well that this seemingly calm cliff might hide unknown dangers.

Strong winds could blow at any time on the edge of the cliff, and the poisonous snakes and insects hidden in the cracks of the cliff could give him a fatal blow. With a rope tied up, at least he didn't have to worry about falling to the bottom of the cliff and dying in a panic when an accident occurred.

"Qingqing, wait for dad here, don't move, I'm going to go down and collect spiritual herbs."

"Yes!" The girl named Qingqing nodded hurriedly.

The middle-aged male cultivator used his hands and feet to climb the steep cliffs like a flexible monkey.

The girl paced on the top of the cliff, feeling happy but also a little worried about her father's safety.

She stuck her head out of the cliff from time to time to observe her father's position.

Soon, the middle-aged male cultivator came to the cracks where the wind spirit grass grew, and picked the wind spirit grass smoothly. Just as he was about to put the wind spirit grass away with the jade box, he heard his daughter screaming on the top of the cliff.

Looking up, he could no longer see his daughter, but he could hear her cry for help.

The middle-aged male cultivator's face changed drastically, and he didn't care about much. A yellow talisman appeared in his hand. With his spiritual power, he activated the yellow talisman and his body soared up.

This was a flying talisman, the only first-level middle-grade talisman on him, which was used to save his life in times of crisis.

The middle-aged male cultivator came to the top of the cliff and saw that the place where they had just stood had collapsed, and a hole as big as a foot appeared.

The depth of the hole was pitch black and it was hard to see clearly.

"Qingqing, Qingqing..."

The middle-aged male cultivator shouted loudly while flying down, not caring about the possible danger in the hole.

The hole was not vertical, but winding. At some of the turns, fresh friction marks could be seen, which were obviously left by the girl when she fell just now.